Title: Love Is A Mental Disorder
Author: Ash04123 (Ash)
Rated: M (Abuse, Swearing, Sexual activity)
2p FACE/USUK
So hey guys! I'm back already with a new fanfiction, I've been meaning to work on this for awhile actually. This takes place in the 2p universe! I'm leaving it Rated M for many reasons. Biggest one being the sexual activity that may appear later on. As well as lots of cursing and such. I'll leave short warnings of what to expect in each chapter. I'd love for reviews and such, they're always nice and helpful. Enjoy! -Ash
The little red haired boy closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sound in the next room over. This was a daily thing, so he was used to it. Most other kids he knew started crying when their mothers were angry, but not Alfred. Every single day he went through this, it wasn't new.
"Ya lil' runt! All you've done is cause me tons'a trouble!" A crimson haired lady bellowed from the other room. The house wasn't all too big, there were only three rooms to begin with. The fading beige paint on the walls were beginning to scrape off and it was just filthy. Once, Alfred had slid his finger along the floor only to pick it up to notice it encased in dust and grime.
Alfred kept his eyes closed as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He felt a cool breeze through one of the holes in his clothing, this was just the normal lifestyle for him. He imagined all this clothing had at least one hole on them, who knows from what.
The boy kept quiet knowing full well that if he spoke, he might have to face consequences. If there was one rule in this house, it was to never speak up against the boss of it. Which happened to be his mother. Could this disgusting basement even be considered a house? It was unsanitary beyond belief!
"Boy do I regret the day you were born! I shoulda flung you out the window while I had the chance!" She continued as she entered the room, her venomous black eyes staring at Alfred. Or at least, he was pretty sure they were staring at him. He could feel it, he didn't need to look up. This was the game they liked to play; how long will little Alfred keep his head down?
He slightly shuddered after a short moment of silence, feeling the dagger like eyes pierce deeper into his soul. He knew he couldn't keep his face hidden forever, his neck was beginning to hurt. He let out a little sigh before slowly opening his ruby red eyes and tilting his head upward to look at his mother. Wow, what a mistake that was.
His mother hardly looked human! She seemed as if the devil himself rose and temporarily decided to morph with her body. Not that Alfred cared, he loved his mommy. Small tears trickled down the boy's cheeks, it wasn't that hard to notice, no matter how hard he tried not to. He raised his hand and quickly wiped away his fear.
"Goddamnit, Alfred!" She shrieked suddenly, mouth agape. "Did you go ahead and piss your damn self?!"
Oh was he in for it now. He could already feel the belt striking his back before she even grabbed it. As an attempt of escape he turned around and ran into the bathroom, not like it did any good. The house was small and his mother was quickly behind him.
As soon as he entered he tried to push the door closed, but unfortunately his mom's hand was already there and holding the door open. "Open this fuckin' door, Alfred!" He rapidly shook his head and then the tears were really coming. He hated crying, he felt like such a baby. He knew if his friends saw him they'd laugh at him. Oh wait, he forgot he didn't have any friends.
How could anyone make friends when everyone was too and for themselves here? It wasn't like he actually went to school either. He just stood home all day and tried to keep the house clean. He was only five, but he knew he didn't really have a choice. It was either chores or the belt of agony.
A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, how he hated that thing.
He continued to push the door in order to close it as his mother screamed. He felt like his ears were going to begin bleeding, she was so loud. She was too loud. With a grunt he couldn't take it anymore, he let go of the door in order to cover his ears. Today he was really messing up, wasn't he?
The screams had stopped and he let out a little sigh of relief. However, his peace was short lived as he felt it. His back burned, it stung, and it hurt. He let out a short cry before he felt it at his head. The belt continued and went on for what seemed like an eternity.
"Useless child!" His mother hissed before walking away, dragging the belt across the floor. Alfred curled up and covered his face, trying to contain his tears.
Don't cry. Don't cry. He thought over and over again until he burst into uncontrollable sobs. Why did mommy do this again? She said she would stop! She says it all the time but she never does! He loved mommy, so why couldn't she return the emotion?
I love you mommy, why?
